++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The Darkwater Collection++++++++++++++++++++++

This is an original work by Lance DeLonge and cannot be copied or reposted without permission of the author (Cirkusfish@Yahoo.com).  If posted to news group or yahoo group, be sure to include author's name, email, and website address.

Darkwaters :   The Erotic Fiction of Lance DeLonge

-this story and more, plus poems, pics, and links to tons of free erotica.

Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid. The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try this at home, kids.

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Cat & Bee

 

            “G od, I miss you honey,” I said, getting a little choked up. 

“Me too,” she mewed back over the crackling phone connection, “It won’t be that long till I’m back, though.”

I usually did fine in new places as long I knew somebody there, but here everything was new.  I had come to college expecting to be with my girlfriend of two years, to have at least one friend in the same house.  But that wasn’t to be, I guess.  She had decided she couldn’t afford school on loans and the usual Pell grants, and had joined the National Guard in order to get them to pay for it.  But that meant that she would be away for over a year for basic training and advanced school.  That left me with a lot of time on my hands. 

            After looking over the available dorm accommodations I decided that, while dorms might be OK for nerds and jocks, they were completely unsuitable for a person of my discerning tastes.  I had moved in with a couple of  other students who were Tiff’s friends from our home town, and after about three weeks, we were getting along pretty well.  I had met Cathy and Burnham when I was still at home as we all lived within ten miles of each other, but had never really known them until I met Tiff.  Cathy and Burnham had been together about two months longer than Tiff and I, and had been here about a year longer because I had stayed at home to attend a local college. 

            “I gotta go,” Tiff said after a few more minutes, “it’s almost lights out.”

            “Alright, talk to you tomorrow?”

            “Yeah, I love you Matt.”

            “Love you too, honey”

            I hung up the phone and headed towards the kitchen. I glanced in the mirror as I walked down the hallway.  I stopped a moment, examining my appearance.  As I was wearing only boxers, I could see the result of my athletic training.  I was in good shape, I thought, and in my own humble opinion,  pretty damn good looking. Maybe I could find someone to help me pass the time.  I quickly dismissed the thought. I was pretty much committed to Tiff, and it wouldn’t be a really good idea to mess around with another girl as long as her friends were here to tell her about it.  The house never seemed empty, at least not while Cathy and Burnham were in it. 

They never got along; maybe part of the attraction was conflict, and tonight was no different.  I could hear Cathy as she yelled at Burnham, probably for some trivial act of independence.  She liked to have him firmly under her thumb, and regularly let him know it.  If he did any little thing she perceived as wrong, he would end up with a hard smack. 

It was almost one A.M. as  I yawned and hung over the fridge, looking for any sign of junk food.  She had the voice for yelling too, I thought; a high pitched nasal northern accent that was easily heard throughout the house. 

I reached into the fridge for some cookie dough that had been sitting there for a week or two.  Ah, the life of a college student, I thought. I began to open the top of the plastic tub when Cathy came marching into the kitchen with a menacing scowl on her face, followed very closely by Burnham, his face as usual with an apologetic look. 

“I’m sorry, Cathy,” Burnham whined, his skinny hands open in a gesture of repent. 

They didn’t even seem to notice me at first; Cathy in only a nightgown and Burnham in his ratty flannel boxers.  Cathy was an interesting one; very short and heavyset, but with a very pretty face.  She liked to have her own way, and Burnham was more than willing to let her have it.  Burnham was easily what is called “whipped by the bitch.”  There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her, and when it didn’t please her, he would apologize for how wrong he had done it.  It was kind of sickening to see a man that beaten down at such an early age, but I guess it worked for them.

“I deserve to have man who can please me,” Cathy screamed at him, “and a fuck that is over in three minutes does not please me!”

It was clear that they had not noticed me just yet, and I began to slink along the cabinets toward the nearest door.

“When Tiff was here, Matt fucked her for an hour and a half every night!” she screamed, “You could hear how satisfied she was!”

“I’m sorry, I can do better,” Burnham whined, his face turned toward the ground at the latest thrashing his manhood was taking.  I had to feel sorry for the guy. She stepped on his pride every chance she got, and I could feel my stomach churning for him.

“Not tonight, you can’t.  And that’s when I need it.” She turned around and looked right at me. Her eyes held a look I had never before seen before; a mixture of anger, disappointment, and pure lust. 

“Matt, will you teach this wimp how to be a man in bed?” she screamed at me.

“Me?” I stuttered, my face unable to conceal my surprise, “I have no idea how to teach him how. . .”

My eyes darted to Burnham.  He was still standing in a spineless slump, but his face was full of surprise and hurt.  Maybe this would be the thing to push him over the edge, to finally let him see what a life with her would mean, being degraded in front of his roommate for his lack of male prowess. 

“It’s very easy,” Cathy said, her face suddenly becoming soft, her body no longer in the attack posture, instead almost demure 3; almost sexy. 

“Just finish what Bee was unable to,” she said in a suddenly husky voice.

“But Cat,” Burnham chimed in, his thin pimpled face showed terror and disgust.  If he’d had an ounce of pride left in his body it was certainly gone now.

“Shut up!”  She screamed, turning back towards him, her face turning acidic as she looked at him. “If you can’t, then I need some one who can teach you,  she sneered.

She turned back to me, her face again pleasing and soft.  “Please, this wimpy bastard can’t do anything right, and I know what Tiffany says about you.  Hell, I can hear her all over the house.”

I blushed at the reference.  It had been over three months since Tiff had left 3; three months since I’d gotten laid.   I looked at Cat standing before me, her eyes promising a night I had thought about for the last three months. 
            “Please, Matt, don’t make me beg.” Cat whispered, “Tiff will never know, and it would make living with this worthless piece of crap more bearable.” I thought for a moment, looking at her.

“Alright,” I finally said with a smile.  I moved forward, stroking her long black hair away from her face, it’s silken softness caressing my fingers as my other hand cupped her breast through the cotton nightgown, “I’d love to.”

My lips closed over hers, our eyes closed as the heat and moisture from our mouths joined for the first time.  So what if she was a bitch and a control freak, I’d bet she was one hell of a fuck 3; and I really needed one.

Her mouth was small and soft, her lips hungry as we kissed. Her tongue slithered into my mouth, teasing me with licks, caressing my lips.  My quickly expanding cock peeked out from the waistband of my boxers and Cat looked down, seeing it’s engorged head peeking out at her.

 “I know who wants to play,” she said, laughing her annoying ‘everything I say is funny’ laugh. Her hand slid erotically down my arm to my hand, our fingers intertwined as she turned to face Bee. 

“That’s how you kiss a woman, you dumb ass,” she growled.   She shoved him in the direction of the door, at the same time tugging gently at my hand, urging me to follow.  We walked quickly around the corner into her room, Burnham leading the way, his head hung as if in a death march.  Cathy’s room was dark. The walls had been painted a deep purple and the only light emanated from a dim lamp on the other side, bathing the room in an almost candle-like glow.  Clothes were strewn all over the floor, nearly covering it in fact.  Burnham waded though the mess and sat down on the large bed, his head still hung in disgrace.

“No, stupid! Go sit over there in the chair and take notes!”  Cathy ordered and Burnham complied, moving dejectedly to a chair half buried in the corner of the room. 

I moved up behind her, pressing my stiff prick into her lower back.  She was a good foot shorter than me, only about five-one or two.  Her hair was very long though, a river of black that flowed down her pale back nearly to her ass.  She was round too. My hands ran slowly down her sides, caressing her plump body as I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing it gently as she let out a soft sigh.  I had no idea what their love life was like, what he did or didn’t do for her, but I wanted to make her scream 3; and she had made it very clear that she wanted me to. 

Cathy stumbled toward the bed. Her gray cat, who lounged comfortably in the middle of the bed, blinked a few times as Cathy braced herself against the bed. When one of my hands slid between her thighs, stroking her crotch through her thin cotton nighty, she gasped, her eyes closing in obvious pleasure as her hapless boyfriend watched us in bewilderment.  My cock slid up her nighty and pressed between her firm plump ass cheeks as she bent slightly over the bed, her knees trembling slightly as my fingers worked her soft, womanly triangle. 

Cathy climbed up onto the bed, shooing the cat from its place, and turning to face me, slung her chubby legs over the side.  The cat threw me a look of pure hatred before leaping to the floor and, with the dignity only a cat can muster, haughtily stalked from the room.

Cathy now sat at the edge of the mattress, her face only inches from my loosely concealed cock, looking up at me with an expression of naked lust. Her hands tugged at my boxers, pulling them slowly down my legs.  She smiled as my rigid prick stared back at her while her hand carefully stroked its length.

“God, no wonder Tiff comes so hard,” Cathy whispered, turning to glance at Burnham, “Why can’t you be like this?” she asked with a chuckle.  He sat there, looking as if he’d just died a little more.  She then glanced back at me, her eyes meeting mine briefly before she leaned forward, kissing the head of my cock.  I had forgotten the feeling of warm, soft, moist lips on my cock.  I closed my eyes as she engulfed its head; slowly at first, then sliding quickly down its length, coating my skin with her slick warm saliva. 

“Oh, God,” I gasped quietly as her tongue slid from side to side, her small fat fingers cupping my nuts and tugging them gently.  Her eyes looked up at me as I watched her work. 

I sneaked a quick glance at Burnham.  He was no longer slumped over in his chair.  Instead he had moved forward, watching intently as his girlfriend sucked at my cock 3; moving even closer to get a better look.

“How do you like it, watching while she sucks on another man’s dick?” I asked, but he remained speechless, his eyes meeting mine only briefly before moving back to the sight of her tightly pursed lips sliding wetly up and down the length of my now rock hard member.  ‘My God, he likes it’, I thought. ‘He likes it when she sucks another man’.  But the thought proved to be very brief because just then Cathy’s teeth nipped at the rim of my cock head in a painful but erotic attempt to reclaim my attention.  It worked.  Her tongue was like a viper’s, quick and cruel, as she continued to hungerly devour my now aching cock.  My knees trembled as my hands stroked her beautiful hair, clawing gently at her scalp in an unconscious effort to praise and encourage her efforts.  Her eyes glanced occasionally over to Burnham who now was watching from the opposite side of the bed. 

Finally she slid her mouth from my length, my eyes opening to see her broad smile as she looked up from the bed.  I sighed, smiled back, and gently pushed her down onto the soft cotton sheets.  I knelt down, lifting her nighty from its protected treasure and pried open her thick thighs, revealing her bare pussy, its soft shaved lips smiling up at me.  I looked up in surprise, I had never thought of her as a shaver. 

Cathy apparentely knew what I was thinking. “I did it for this asshole,” she chuckled, “but he never even noticed it.”  Burnham was silent, just watching me as I bowed my head to the beautiful mouth of her tunnel, my tongue probing its opening.  Cathy groaned from the warm, wet pleasure, “God, why don’t you ever do this to me,” she bitched softly to her boyfriend. “All he ever does is jump on me and stick it in,” she informed me.  “That’s his idea of foreplay!”

She tasted sweet, her cunt soft and wet, and her bare skin hot as my nose touched it lightly.  Her hips moved against my face as my tongue drove deeper and deeper into her, each lick ending with a gentle suck on her engorged clit. 

I slid my hand beneath her legs, my finger poised at her tight bottom hole.  Her head shot up, her eyes showing uncertainty, but as I began to finger her, the questioning in her eyes disappeared and the hand that stroked my head urged me on.  Slowly I allowed my finger to penetrate this end, too. Before long my long middle finger was buried deep in her ass, Cathy’s tight anus penetrated by another person for the first time.  She moaned, loving every second of her sweet torture, aching desperately for sweet release.  It wasn’t long before she panted for more, each breath releasing groans of ecstasy as her body writhed beneath my caresses. 

After over ten minutes of this, her body twitched and her hands pulled my head almost violently against her writhing crotch. 

“Oh, God, don’t stop!”  She screamed, her hips thrusting powerfully against my mouth, “please don’t ever stop!” 

The painful waves of ecstasy pulsed through her body as she climaxed, my tongue quickly and powerfully licking her clit while I fingered her ass; my nail gently probing her bowels while Burnham was only able to watch in disgust and arousal.  Cathy’s climax seemed to go on and on as she cried out, her hands holding me fast between her legs, her thighs locked almost painfully around my head.  Her body quivered as the last shocks of her orgasm stimulated her nerve endings.  Her fingers released their grip on my head, withdrawing her claw-like fingernails from my scalp.  I hadn’t even noticed how they had dug into me until after she had finished.  The pressure in my cock was now painful and release needed to come soon. 

Ahhhhhh,” Cathy sighed, slumping back on the bed, obviously completely spent. “That’s what an orgasm is supposed to do, asshole,” she chuckled again, looking over to Burnham’s bewildered face.  He was still silent though, and now looked over to me yieldingly. 

I accepted his surrender, but now I wasn’t satisfied with just surrender.  I suddenly needed to make sure that he never thought of himself as man again.  I don’t know what it was that made me hate him then, but I did 3; and I wanted to make Cathy despise him more than she already did, if that were possible

I stood up, positioning his plump girlfriend lengthwise on the bed.  Then I climbed in between her legs; my throbbing cock nuzzling her wet, soaked cunt gently.  We were face to face, our breath heavy in sweat and lust.  Her eyes were supposed to be colored blue, but the darkness of her true color leaked through her colored contacts making them appear to be a very deep violet color that for some reason aroused me even more.  I trembled with lust as I slid her nighty up over her head, revealing for the first time her soft fat breasts.  Her firm nipples were a dark brown, hinting at her eastern European decent.  They hardened even more under my touch and the warmth of my tongue.

“Oh, yessssss,” Cat purred as I kissed her nipple, my tongue rubbing her soft coarse skin, crating needles of pleasure within her tit.  My fat prick head caressed her pussy, rubbing against its opening, tempting her with the promise of the unimagined ecstasy she so craved. 

“God I need it,” she growled.

‘So do I,’ I thought. 

Her hands moved along my back, feeling my ass as my cock head teased her cruelly. I then slid back, lifting my head from her ample chest and bringing my face up to hers.  Our eyes met again briefly before she kissed me, our faces colliding at our mouths, our skin touching, rubbing, as our bodies melded into one, joined between our legs and at our mouths.  She gasped briefly as I sank into her, her tongue sliding between my lips, creating small lightning strikes of bliss within my nerves.  God she felt good! Her pussy was wet and hot, and my cock slid into her smoothly with no trouble whatsoever.  Her body was warm and soft, cushioning and comforting mine. I had to struggle against the urge to immediately explode deep within her hot needful body. 

“Oh, God, Cathy,” I groaned, kissing her deeper.  Her tongue was wicked, and her hands were savage; her long purple nails digging into my back as I slid slowly in and out of her like the piston of a well oiled machine.  And she was indeed well oiled, wet from her own cum and probably the most erotic experience of her life.  Her hips rose up to meet mine in perfect rhythm, slowly and methodically at first, but with increasing fervor as we continued. 

I glanced at Burnham. His boxers were now down around his ankles and he was slowly stroking his dick, if it could be called that.  It was very small, perhaps a little fatter than a novelty pencil and only about four inches long.  Almost on queue Cathy looked over too.

“God, you could never make me feel this way, Burnham. What the hell good are you any way?” She chuckled with the same laugh she followed every statement, with her face clinched in pleasure, her eyes tightly shut and her mouth open, moaning with every stroke I teased her with. 

I quickened my pace, and Cathy cried out beneath me, my prick disappearing deep into her snatch as I continued to fuck her, our hips now slapping against each other, clapping like phantom hands applauding our erotic performance.  She took the time to look over at her boyfriend again.

“Don’t you dare blow that puny little load yet, you asshole,” she groaned as I started to fuck her harder.  She quivered again, her pussy contracting hard around my cock as it bottomed out within her. 

I grabbed her face as she began to cum. “Scream for me,” I said in her ear before sucking on her neck.  She did as she was told. She screamed out her rapture as I felt her cunt spasm violently as she climaxed.  Her nails scraped down my back as I held back my own pleasure.  I wasn’t ready yet to let go in her. Burnham was going to watch 3; he was going to watch me shoot my cum deep into his precious girlfriend 3;  and he was going to like it. 

Cathy bucked wildly beneath me, her hips accepting my pounding easily, willingly, wantonly.  “Oh, yes, Matt, fuck me!  Fuck me hard! Don’t stop!”  She screamed, each time insulting her neglected boyfriend more and more.  He cowered as he controlled himself, unwilling to lose his load at the sight of his girlfriend getting fucked by another man.  Besides, Cathy had ordered him not to, and what she ordered was a sacred doctrine to him.

Cathy’s chubby body shook with delight, her pussy filled with the cock of the guy belonging to her best friend.  She should be ashamed, but she wasn’t.  She was satisfied for the first time in her life 3; well almost.  She looked up at me.

“You haven’t cum yet,” she whispered to me. 
            “I know,” I answered, smiling at the thought of what I was about to do. “But I will soon though.” She breathed deeply and her body stopped shuddering.

“I need it again,” she chuckled, “you’re too damn good.” 

On command, I spread her legs, holding them up and out.  Our coupling was now very visible, the way her pussy lips continued to suck my prick as it slid slowing in and out.  She gasped again. Yessssss, she thought, and her face said as much.  Burnham now had a prime view of her penetration as Cathy propped herself up against the cabinet at the head of the bed to watch as well. 

I began my gyrations again, this time with a real audience.  Soon we were again slamming against each other, she pushing back against the cabinet to meet my every thrust.  Burnham watched, helpless and defeated.  I smiled viciously, groaning with each thrust.

“God, Burnham, she’s so tight,” I said insultingly, “What a hot, juicy piece of ass. God, what a cunt.”

Cathy was too distracted to hear me degrade her as ‘just another fuck’, nothing special, only a receptacle for my cum.  But Burnham did.  As her face turned away from her boyfriend, he stared at the hickey I had left on her neck, now uncovered by her hair.  For some reason he loved her, and the sight of my hickey on her neck made him feel even more worthless than ever.

 “I bet she’ll want this every night.” I moaned again.  But I could no longer think, my cock throbbed with ecstasy.  Cathy’s cunt clinched again, and she screamed as I continued to hold her legs out, spread widely for Burnham to see.  But as her cunt muscles gripped my prick with her climax, her cries caused something primitive, a sense of bliss so powerful that any control I had vanished. 

I cried out, groaning as I slammed myself into her tight snatch.  I could feel the heat rising from my nuts; the cum that had waited so long to come out, to coat the inside of Cathy’s cunt, to shoot deep within her.  And it came 3; not just small bullets of jizzum but missiles of cum launched themselves deep into her, mixing with her juices as we climaxed together.  It was almost like watching from outside my body as the pleasure erupted through me.  I could see every thrust deep inside her, watch as her bald snatch ate my dick as she writhed on the bed before me, lost in the euphoria of her most powerful sexual climax yet. 

As the last of my cum pulsed into her unprotected cunt, my body seemed go numb as the nerve pulsing pleasure ebbed.  I collapsed lightly on top of her, her legs slumping along the sides of mine.  We kissed short, passionate kisses. 

I smiled as an evil idea entered my mind.  I whispered in Cathy’s ear, and she smiled.

“Burnham!” she screeched.

“Huh?” he questioned dully.  He was hurting now, but after this, it would be even worse.

“Come over here and lay down, eat my pussy like Matt did!”

“But his cum is still in you.”

“I know that stupid, clean me out!”

He hesitated a minute, but finally obeyed.  He lay down beneath Cathy’s spread thighs, his face only an inch or so from her now gaping pussy, so that all the cum would drain out into his face.  He scowled with disgust for a moment. Whether it was my cum or her cunt that disgusted him I didn’t know. I really didn’t care either. 

Her back was to me, his eyes sticking out from beneath her spread legs looking up at me.  I guess she wanted to be nice to him because she leaned forward and took his stiff, small tool in her mouth.  I could see my cum as it rolled down Bee’s face.  To my surprise, he seemed to be enjoying it.  And I enjoyed it.  My cock rose, stiffening as I watched the perverted scene before me.  Within minutes, I was hard again. 

Only one thing I could think of would make this any more perverted that it already was.  I rubbed my cock with some of the semen dripping down Burnham’s face, then  I moved closer, my cock positioned at Cathy’s wide inviting ass.  Burnham was going to get a first class view of his girlfriend getting fucked in her ass.  Cathy realized what was going on and quicky pressed her ass back hard against my rod. 

“Well, I guess she wants it,” I smiled and began to very gently enter her back door.  As the head of my cock entered, Cathy groaned with approval, her head bobbing in Bee’s crotch as she continued to suck him despite the double penetration that now she endured.  I bottomed out and loosened her up with a few slow strokes.  Her hole was tight and the friction was enough to make my head feel light.  I groaned at the feeling, and began pumping her tight fat ass faster.  I palmed her pale white cheeks as Burnham continued to lap at her cummy pussy, his face now wet with our cum.  Cathy’s hips swung back, grinding against my cock and his face in perfect unison.  Faster I went, plunging into her ass with my cock until the pleasure became too much for any of us. 

I think she started it, the pleasure of having both of her holes filled was too much, and she began to convulse in climax, thrusting hard against Burnham and me, her mouth sucking desperately at her boyfriends swollen cock as I assaulted her private hole.

Feeling her come, watching her body convulse and hearing her muffled cries as she continued to suck Bee, was too much, I slammed my cock deeply into her and held it there as I pumped her ass full of hot sperm.   The wave of pleasure was even greater this time, perhaps because of the perverse nature of the whole scene.   Shot after shot of cum spewed from my buried dick into her hot hungry ass, even leaking out from around my prick and dripping down onto Burnham’s face. He shuddered with disgust and pleasure, groaning inside Cathy's cunt as he shot his load into his girlfriends well used mouth. 

I sat there dazed as Cathy slid off my rod and turned to me, her face smiling in the most complete satisfaction she had ever imagined.  She drew me to her, our lips closing on each other’s.  Her tongue reached in and delivered a present 3; Burnham’s load.  

I tried to withdraw, but her hands held me to her, her plump naked body pinning me to the bed beneath her.  She kissed me, the flavor of the three of us mixing in our mouths like sweet wine. We kissed deeply until I swallowed her boyfriends load, then she smiled.

“Thanks for your help,” she said, this time serious and sensuous. 

“Any time,” I said as I stood up. 

Cathy and Burnham hugged, cuddling on the bed.  I was no longer welcome here in her bedroom; my usefulness was over 3; at least until tomorrow.

 

            -Lance DeLonge, 3/10/01

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